Disease

by Audrey   Aug 23, 2005


I'm sick of this disease growing inside of me i have to get rid of the emotional pain by replacing it with physical.

I reach for the razor with a trembling hand from the energy draining tears running down my face.

i bring the razor closer to my thigh slitting it and watching a puddle of my blood forming in the corner.

The tears stop and so does the pain. All I can feel now is the burning and wetness of my leg. All my fears and worries suddenly fly away in one split second.

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